Post by Darin Zion on Apr 5, 2014 17:01:27 GMT -5
Before The Show
(The scene opens up in JPO's office. The PWX owner can be seen on the phone)
JPO- Yes.... thank you, mr. Wolfington. I'll be sure to be expecting him. Goodbye.
(As soon as he hangs up)
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
JPO: Come in!
(The door opens, and in walks a heavyset man appearing in his mid to late twenties. He is wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of jeans.)
JPO: You Pollaski
(Pollaski nods, then begins looking around JPO's office)
Pollaski- Yeah... nice place you got here.
JPO: Mr. Wolfington just told me you were coming. Anything I can get you?
(Pollaski shrugs)
Pollaski- A Diet Coke is fine. So how do you want to do this?
JPO- Whenever you're ready, the ring is yours. Everyone is waiting excitedly for the announcement.
(Pollaski smiles)
Pollaski- Well, I'm honored to have the chance to do this. The Pollaskis have strong ties to the Hoosier state. Especially in the Valparaiso area. (grin) Go Crusaders!
(JPO laughs)
JPO- Go Crusaders.
Pollaski- Well, find out when the best time for me to come out is. I better find a good vantage point to watch.the show.
(JPO starts in surprise at this news)
JPO- You're staying to watch the entire show?
(Pollaski nods)
Pollaski- Of course. I want to know just what exactly we've gained here. Besides, I haven't been to a wrestling show in three years. I'm a fan too.
JPO- Well, I'll have my security find you a seat. Enjoy the show, Mr. Pollaski.
(Pollaski smiles, then pulls out a pen and notepad from his pocket. He quickly jots something down, then puts it.away again)
Pollaski- I will. I expect it to be quite... informative. Thank you.
(the scene fades out to the opening video package)
Six Person Revolution Rules Elimination Match for the PWX Next Generation Championship:
Ben Stevens © vs Xtreme Dream vs Noah Drakin vs Devon Poole vs Valerie Belmont vs Antonio Lopez
Ricky: Good evening everybody, and welcome to PWX's New Horizons! I'm Ricky Cravate!
Chris: And I'm Chris Caudill and we welcome you to what promises to be an historic night!
[“Ghost Opera” by Kamelot blasts across the PA system as the crowd cheers loudly. the speakers and the lights turn purple, blue and green. The song kicks in, blasting over the speakers, and the lights flash around the arena crazily, and smokes come up from the ramp. Through the haze appears Valerie Belmont. She waits until Roy Khan's vocals come in before making her way down the ramp, catching hands with some of the fans as she heads down to the ring. She walks over to the steps nearest the announce table, still catching hands with fans, and bounds the steel steps, and use the momentum to bounce over the top rope and into the ring, and then onto the middle turnbuckle. She holds her hands at shoulder height for a few seconds in a devil horn before jumping back down and walking to her corner as the music fades out.]
Ricky: And the crowd aleady on their feet for the first participant of the match!
Alexis Lace: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is a Revolution Rules Elimination Match for the PWX Next Generation Championship! Making her way to the ring first, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at 145 pounds, Valerie Belmont!
Chris: Valerie getting a big reaction from the crowd here tonight!
Ricky: Well that's because she's hella popular! It's not everyday you see someone as beautiful as her!
Chris: Hmm, very good point Ricky. However, she's beautiful as she is deadly. I wouldn't be surprised if that will be someone's downfall here tonight because of that!
["Forever" by Drake cues over the PA System as the crowd starts booing. The lights in the arena all go pitch black. After a while, these lyrics are heard, Blue strobes of light flash all over the arena and The camera focuses on the Titantron, which shows the streets of New York City...]
"It may not mean nothin to y'all
But understand nothin was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne, (ever mayne, ever mayne)
I'm shuttin shit down in the mall
And tellin every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin to call
I want this shit forever mayne, (ever mayne, ever mayne)"
Ricky: Now here comes a man who seems to be on a roll as of late in PWX.
Chris: Yes, it will definately be interesting to see how he fairs against his Legion partner, Ben Stevens. Who happens to be the Next Generation Champion!
Ricky: Hmm..I wonder if that will get in the way?
Chris: I sure don't know, but am mighty interested to see how everything pans out tonight!
[After this, The Video goes to a Black Screen with a White Number "7". Everytime "Aye" is heard, the number goes down. When it hits "1", Fireworks EXPLODE from the stage, as DG appears on the stage, hyped up and energetic, but with a sort of Degenerate Edge to it. He walks down to the ring confidentely, slapping the ahnds of any fan who throws it out for him.]
Alexis Lace: From The Bronx, New York, Weighing in at 255 pounds, he is DG, Devon Poole!
Ricky: This is definately a man not to take lightly tonight!
Chris: Well, if DG is smart, he'll work with his tag team partner and get rid of the other stars in this match!
[DG gets in the ring, He Beats his Chest with his Fist,and Arches his Arms with a warrior-cry. Pyro EXPLODES not in the ring, but from the top rafters. The Pyro rains in on DG as he looks up, embracing the light as almost a signal that he should have the spotlight.As The Pyro Stops,Devon hope on the Top Rope and salutes the fans.He Takes off his Cap and Shirt and Throws it into the Crowds,as people are seen fighting for it.He smiles as he hops back down.Everything goes back to normal as the music fades out.]
Chris: DG looks pretty determined thats for sure!
Ricky: That he does Chris! Well see what favors it does for him in a minute.
[One Thing Remains" by Default hits the speakers. The fans stand up and cheer for Antonio as he emerges from the curtains with a smile. "The Jaguar Warrior" takes off his Jaguar headress on stage and sets it down. Three green, red and black small pyros go off as he passes the stage and heads down the ramp. The holder of the Total Destiny breifcase slaps hands with his fans on his way down to the ring and finally slides in. With the fan's adoration, Antonio's stands up and poses on the north west turnbuckle.]
Ricky: And here we have Antonio Lopez who wastes no time in getting to the ring!
Chris: He looks ready to get it on tonight!
Alexis: And currenlty in the ring, from Colorado Springs, weighing in at 268 pounds, Antonio Lopez!
Ricky: That man right there can be a serious threat to Ben Steven's Next Generation Championship!
Chris: If Lopez can focus and keep his mind on the championship, then he could very well walk out the new champ!
[“Killing in the Name of” by Rage Against the Machine blasts over the PA System. The quick rifts of Rage Against the Machine fill the arena as the fans rise to their feet. The crowd comes alive with a pretty mixed reaction, many cheering and just as many booing.]
Ricky: Now here we go. This is a man who had a very impressive debut last week!
Chris: Are you kidding me?! That was a squash match! He completely killed Jason Syndal!
Ricky: Exactly my point..impressive debut.
[BOOM!!
Then, suddenly, the stage explodes with a huge pyro going off right in front of the entry way. And when the sparks and flames subside, there stands Noah Drakin. His arms are straight out at his side, with the hood of his vest pulled up covering his eyes. He flicks his hood back to reveal his face as he starts to pump up the crowd. He strolls down the aisle, slapping a few hands as he walks past.]
Alexis: And making his way to the ring from Denver Colorado, weighing in at 241 pounds, Noah Drakin!
[He slides under the bottom rope and instantly pops up to his feet. He runs to the far corner and hops onto the middle rope and continues to pump up the crowd as the music starts to fade. Noah hops off the ropes and begins to stretch out as he takes off his vest and waits for his opponent.]
Ricky: I have a feeling well be seeing alot of this guy's talents tonight!
Chris: Well, if the cards are right, that's exactly what will happen.
[Lights dim down and smoke fills the entrance way and "Pricele$$" by Birdman/Lil' Wayne blares over the PA system. From behind the smoke appears X-Treme Dream carrying a Singapore cane wrapped in barbed wire.Dream strolls down the rest of the way, pointing the cane at various fans.]
Ricky: Uh oh, Xtreme Dream definately looks pissed tonight! He will definately be a threat against the champion here tonight!
Chris: Interesting thing is, a few of these people in this match, Dream has some kind of beef with. However, it looks like the most of it still lies with Poole!
Alexis: And making his way to the ring from San Jose, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, Xtreme Dream!
[He gets to the ring and looks left and right, and in one leap he catapults to the apron. Dream then goes to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle, once again raising the cane in the air. Dream grins as he front flips down into the center of the ring. The lights come back on and "Pricele$$" comes to a close.]
Ricky: Dream definately has brought his A game here tonight.
Chris: It looks like he's brought some insurance policy to the match too!
['Faint' by Linkin Park blasts the PA System as the crowd begins to boo. Ben walks from the back before he stops at the top of the ramp and looks out to the crowd with a sadistic smile across his face.]
Ricky: And here comes the Next Generation Champion right now! And boy does he look confident tonight!
Chris: If Ben has something going for him definately, its that confidence! And let me tell you, that could be dangerous for his opponents!
Alexis: And making his way to the ring from Brighton, England, weighing in at 199 pounds, he is the Next Generation Champion, Ben Stevens!
[Ben throws a few punches before he heads to the ring whilst fans try to provoke a reaction from him as he walks past them. Ben slides in under the bottom rope, then raises up onto his knese and loosens his wrist and fingers .]
Ricky: Everyone eyeing that champ!
Chris: And everyone wants the Next Generation Championship too!
[The referee calls for the bell as all 6 competitors circle the ring against each other. Poole and Stevens are the first to make the move as they attack Valerie and Dream. Poole is able to take Dream down with a clothesline as Stevens grabs Valerie and throws her into Drakin. Poole then missle drop kicks Lopez taking him down to the mat. Stevens and Poole stand strong in the ring.]
Ricky: And there you have it! Stevens and Poole of the Legion already working together in this match!
Chris: It's always interesting what these two superstars are capable of doing when teamed together!
[Poole goes back towards Dream who is begins to stand back up again. Poole is able to grab Dream as he attempts to throw him over the top ropes. Dream stops the attempted move and instead takes Poole down with a DDT. Stevens runs over to Dream only to be taken down with a hard spinebuster by Dream. Dream then grabs Stevens and throws him over the top rope and to the outside.]
Ricky: It looks like The Legion's run was cut short by Dream.
Chris: This man doesn't know when to quit. It doesn't seem to matter how many people you can put against him, he will find a way to take them out.
[Meanwhile, Valerie and Lopez lock up in the middle of the ring. They exchange some lefts and rights before Valerie gains the upperhand. She runs towards the ropes and bounches off of them. She comes back and takes Lopez down with a cross body. She goes for the quick cover.]
1........
2......
KICKOUT!
Ricky: Lopez not giving up that easily in this match!
Chris: That's right! Remember, if Valerie was to score a pinfall, not only would Lopez be eliminated, but the next fall could NOT be a pinfall!
Ricky: That's exactly what's up Chris! That's why this is going to be an interesting match up!
[Valerie attempts to pick up Lopez, but Lopez grabs her and rolls her up in a small package.]
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!
Chris: Out of nowhere! This could be it for Valerie!
1....
2...
KICKOUT!
[Valerie powers out of the roll up attempt by Lopez. Valerie and Lopez both make it to their feet when they are both taken down with a clothesline by Drakin. Drakin picks up Valerie and hits a side slam on her taking her down to the mat. Drakin goes for the cover.]
1....
2...
..NO! Lopez makes the save for Valerie!
Ricky: What the hell is going on?
Chris: Why did Lopez just save Valerie?!
Ricky: I don't know, but that sure raises question!
[Lopez breaks up the fall attempt by Drakin. He stands him up and starts nailing him with some lefts and rights. He then throws Drakin towards the ropes. Drakin bounces off and is picked up by Lopez who hits him with a fallaway slam. Valerie then makes it back to her feet as she looks at Lopez. They make eye contact as they nod in agreement. Lopez all of a sudden stands Drakin back up.]
Ricky: Oh my!....you don't suppose?..
Chris: Yes, I do! And I think were about to see it!
[Lopez grabs Drakin and hits him with the Tear Soaked Corruption. Valerie then heads to the top rope and targets Drakin. She jumps off and connects with the Red Arrow. She goes for the pinfall on Drakin.]
Ricky: Oh and just like that! This could be the end of Noah!
Chris: We are about to find out!
1....
2.....
3!
Ricky: OH MY! NOAH DRAKIN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Chris: What a team Valerie and Lopez make!
Ricky: We are now down to five!
[Valerie and Lopez then go back on the offensive against each other. They exchange a few lefts and rights just as Stevens and Poole make their way back into the ring. Poole runs right at Valerie and takes her down with a kick to the head. Poole smiles as he begins to work on the head of Valerie.]
Ricky: Well, I guess Poole just can't leave well enough alone! He already proved a point last week when he defeated Valerie in that ring! Now he looks to take her head off!
Chris: Well what do you expect a member of the Legion to do? That's just a normal every day tactic right there!
[Poole is able to lock in the head lock on Valerie. He locks it in tighter as he starts to veer from side to side. Valerie then starts to fade.]
Ricky: Oh no! Valerie looking like she's fading away out of this match!
Chris: Valerie is one hell of a competitor! She won't give up!
[The crowd starts to cheer on Valerie.]
Crowd: LET'S GO BELMONT! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! LET'S GO BELMONT! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!
[Valerie starts to come to as Poole can see his head lock move start failing. Valerie is able to lift Poole off his feet and drops down with a back suplex to the canvas. Valerie then rolls to the side as Poole rolls around in the middle of the ring. Stevens starts moving towards Valerie as she sees him coming. Stevens picks her up only to be taken down with an MMA style kick to the head. Stevens falls flat in the middle of the ring. Valerie goes to the top rope and prepares the Red Arrow once again. She jumps off as is able to connect to Stevens with the Red Arrow. The crowd is on their feet for this match!]
Ricky: Oh and Valerie takes down Stevens with that devastating Red Arrow! What's next in this match up?!
Chris: The determination is definately felt with Valerie! I think she stole it from Stevens!
[Valerie walks over to Stevens only to get attacked from behind by Dream. Dream pciks her up and nails a devastating powerbomb laying out Valerie in the middle of the ring. Dream then signals for the X Drop as he waits for Valerie to stand up. Valerie gets to her feet and Dream connects with the X Drop sending Valerie rolling out of the ring!]
Ricky: Oh MY GOD! THAT WAS DEVASTATING!
Chris: Valerie completely floored by that X Drop!
Ricky: Yes, and count outs in this match are legal! The referee is checking out her now! OMG he's starting the count!
1...
2...
3....
4...
[Valerie starts moving slowly on the outside. She barely rolls over as the count continues.]
5....
6....
7....
8....
[Valerie is starting to get to her feet. She stands up as the referee closes in on the count.]
9.....
TE.......NO! Valerie makes it back in the ring before the ten count!
Ricky: Can you believe this match?!
Chris: This is definately very physical with these last remaining competitors!
[As Valerie rolls in the ring, Dream starts running towards Valerie. At the same time, Lopez is standing back up. He's right behind Valerie as he finally makes it to his feet. Valerie is finally to her feet as well as Dream is closing in on her once again. He goes for a big boot but Valerie ducks and Dream connects with Lopez taking him down to the mat. Stevens is back up now and grabs Dream from behind. He nails a german suplex sending Dream to the canvas. Stevens then gets up and checks on Poole. Poole is back on his feet as they double team on Valerie. They take her down with a double suplex to the canvas. They then turn their attention to Lopez.]
Ricky: Uh Oh! The Legion is looking strong once again!
Chris: That's right! Their looking to take out Lopez now! But how are they going to do it?
[Stevens goes up to Lopez and locks in a boston crab. At the same time, Poole drops down and locks in a crippler crossface on Lopez. Lopez is screaming in pain as The Legion have Lopez with no way out. Lopez begins to move his hand violently as he has no where to go.]
Ricky: OH WOW! I think Lopez is about to tap!
Chris: I've never seen a move so perfectly executed by a team before! This has to be it!
[Lopez moves around some more and attempts to move towards the ropes. He is unable to move anywhere and just stops in the middle of the ring. He starts moving his hand around again as he can't take the pain anymore. Finally Lopez taps in the middle of the ring as The Legion finally let go.]
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!! Lopez just tapped out!!
Chris: That's not an easy task to do!!
Ricky: No its not! But Lopez has been eliminated via submission and now we are down to four!
[The Legion nod at each other right as Valerie comes at both of them. They attempt to take her down again, only to be met with a flying body slam from Valerie taking down both members of the Legion.]
Ricky: And Valerie building some more momentum here!
Chris: She's going to need every ounce of it if she wants to win this match!
[Poole gets back up only to be met by Dream. Dream stands him up and kicks him in the gut. Poole staggers a bit as Dream lifts him up and nails the X Drop out of nowhere. Poole falls to the mat cold. Dream attempts the cover, when Stevens hits the ONK out of nowhere knocking Dream out of the ring. Stevens stands back up and launches Valerie out of the ring. He then stands in the middle of the ring as Poole gets back up. Poole makes it to his feet as he looks at Stevens and they both nod once more. Out of nowhere, Stevens turns around and hits the ONK on Poole knocing him out cold.]
Ricky: WHAT?!! OH MY GOD! Stevens just attacked his own partner!
Chris: Remember, this match is every man for themselves!
Ricky: I know but these two men are so loyal to each other!! I didn't see it coming!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
[Stevens drops down and makes the cover on Poole.]
1....
2.....
3!!
Ricky: And DG Poole as been eliminated!!
Chris: If there's a lesson to learn here, its never trust anyone including your partner in matches like these!
Ricky: You got that right!!! We are now down to three!!
[Stevens stands in the ring as he gets booed by the crowd. He simply smiles as Valerie comes at him with a mid air kick to the face taking down Stevens. Dream rolls back into the ring as Valerie tries a submission attempt on Stevens. Dream breaks it up as he picks up Valerie and nails a spinebuster on her. Dream then goes back over to Stevens and starts stomping away with right after right. Stevens is finally busted wide open as Dream stops the assault. Dream rolls out of the ring and walks over towards the announcers table. He takes off the monitors and the cover to the table as he walks back towards the ring.]
Ricky: Oh my God!! What is Dream planning on doing with our table?!
Chris: Whatever it is, I can tell you it probably has something to do with Stevens going through it. At that point, we need to get clear away from..
Ricky: Thank you Chris! I don't need commentary on commentary!
[Dream rolls back into the ring and picks Stevens up. He hits him with a few rights before boucing off the ropes and taking him down with a spear. He then throws Stevens over the to rope and to te outside. Dream then rolls out of the ring and drags Stevens to the steel ring steps. He signals for the X Drop as he picks Stevens up.]
Ricky: OH GOD NO!! WHAT IS HIE THINKING?!
Chris: THAT WILL BREAK STEVENS BACK!!
[Dream grabs Stevens and hits the X Drop on him onto the steel ring steps as the crowd errupts.]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
[Dream then rolls him onto the table and begins to wak back. Before he rolls into the ring, Valerie can be seen on the top turnbuckle. She eyes Stevens as Dream looks surprised.]
Ricky: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!
Chris: WATCH OUT!!
[Valerie jumps off the turnbuckle and hits the Red Arrow on Stevens sending him through the table.]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Ricky: OH MY GOD!! STEVENS HAS TO BE DEAD!!
Chris: THERE'S NO WAY SOMEONE COULD HAVE SURVIVED THAT! NOT EVEN VALERIE!!
[The ref then begins to make the count as Dream looks on in total shock at the destruction. He then rolls into the ring as he realizes te referee is making the count.]
1
2
3
4
5
[Both Valerie and Stevens look completely lifeless as Dream starts to smirk.]
Ricky: OH MY! I think Dream may have this thing won here!!
Chris: It's looking like that rignt now Ricky!
6
7
8
[Valerie slowly but surely makes it to her feet as she makes the run for the ring.]
Ricky: SHE'S NOT GUNNA MAKE IT!!
Chris: It's going to be close!!
9....
TEN!! Valerie barely makes it back into the ring right as the referee gets to the ten count.
Ricky: OH and Valerie barely makes it back in the ring!!
Chris: But....OH MY GOD!!!! STEVENS IS STILL ON THE OUTSIDE WHEN THE REF COUNTED TEN!!
Ricky: STEVENS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY COUNT OUT!! Folks, were down to two!!
Chris: And one of them is walking out with the Next Generation Championship!!
Ricky: Were down to Valerie Belmont and Xtreme Dream!!
[Valerie and Dream both look on each other as Dream can't believe it. He then wastes no time in attacking Valerie. Valerie ducks a clothesline attempt and kicks Dream straight in the gut. She goes to the top turnbuckle and signals for the Red Arrow.]
Ricky: RED ARROW HERE WE COME!!!
Chris: THIS IS IT!!!
[Valerie jumps off and connects with the Red Arrow. The crowd errupts in cheers as Valerie makes the cover.]
1...
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!! HERE WE GO!
2.....
Chris: DREAM'S DONE FOR!!!
THRE........KICKOUT!!!!!
Ricky: OH MY GOD!!!!!
Chris: Dream miraculously kicked out!!
[Valerie looks on in surprise as she attempts it again. This time, Dream hops up on the turnbuckle with her. He attempts to go for a high risk move when Valerie starts punching him away.]
Ricky: MY OH MY!! THIS IS INTENSE!!
Chris: I don't think I can watch this!!
[Dream then all of a sudden grabs Valerie and attempts the X Drop from the top turnbuckle.]
Ricky: OHH MY GOD!!!! DON'T DO IT DREAM!!
Chris: This can't be good!!!!!
[Dream goes for the X Drop only for Valerie to grapple his arm as she pulls herself back down to the canvas. She swings over his arm and gets to the canvas. She then turns around and buzzsaw kicks Dream in the head taking him down to the mat.]
Ricky: OH GOOD NIGTH DREAM!!!
Chris: That's definately going to leave a mark!
[Valerie then goes back to the top turnbuckle as the crowd errupts loudly. She jumps off the top and connects to Dream once again with a Red Arrow. She then makes the cover to Dream.]
Ricky: VALERIE'S GOING TO DO IT CHRIS!! SHE'S GOING TO DO IT!!
Chris: LIGHTS OUT WITH A RED ARROW!!
1.......
2.....
3!!!!!
The bell rings as the crowd errupts in loud cheers. Valerie makes it to her feet as the referee brings her the Next Generation title.
Alexis Lace: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEWWWWW NEXT GENERATION CHAMPION, VALERIE BELMONT!!!!
Ricky: SHES DONE IT CHRIS!! VALERIE'S THE NEW NEXT GENERATION CHAMPION!!!!
Chris: That's right Ricky!!! And she earned it!!! This match was definately a hard fought win for Mrs. Belmont!!
WINNER AND NEW NEXT GENERATION CHAMPION: VALERIE BELMONT
==========================================================
=============================
Inferno Match - Final Round Match in the 2010 PWX Legends Cup Tournament:
Jeremiah Belmont vs Wild
[The lights go completely out and “Indestructible” hits and out comes Wild. He has a dead still look on his face. He doesn’t pay attention to the boos that surround him. He slides into the ring and goes to the right ring corner, climbs up and does the Randy Orton pose. ]
Chris: Look at this set up around the ring. Somebody is gonna get burned tonight!
BOLD MOTHERFUCKER DONT YOU LIMIT YOUR MIND!
[Liberate by Disturbed hits the PA, as Jeremiah Belmont heads down the ramp. He slides in, and looks at the torch racks around the ring. He smirks as his music fades out]
Alexis Lace: The following contest is the final round in the 2010 Legends Cup Tournament-and will be an INFERNO MATCH! Introducing first....The Hardco....
[Wild cuts her off by jump starting the match. He lays in a series of strikes to Miah, as the stage hands light to the torch racks around the ring-surrounding it in fire.]
Ricky: Here we go!
[Wild drops Belmont with a hard side slam-as the flames jump higher. He mounts, and delivers a series of strikes to the face, as the crowd boo's loudly. He lifts him up, and shoots him into the ropes-dropping him with another hard spinebuster, causing the flames to shoot up higher. He hooks the leg for a cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---
Ricky: As you saw right there, this match can be won by pinfall, submission, or setting your opponent on FIRE!
[Wild picks up Belmont, and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. He goes for a superplex-but Belmont counters it and throws Wild to the floor, sending him crashing over the flames and into the railing. He jumps down off the top rope-and crashes into his opponent as the crowd cheers.]
Chris; This isn't good.
[The flames lower, as Belmont gets to his feet-and hits Wild with a hard kick. He tries to throw him into the flames-but Wild blocks it and nails him with a lariat. Wild drags Belmont up the ramp, and throws him into the railings as the crowd cheers.]
Ricky: What the hell does he have planned here?
[Wild drags him to the stage, and drops him with a hard DDT. He begins to climb the stage, as the camera pans up a bit. Belmont gets up and begins to follow up the other side of the stage. The two scurry up the stage, and meet on top of it-as the crowd begins a loud PLEASE DONT DIE chant. Wild throws a hail mary, and Belmont ducks, throwing a knee into Wild's ribs. He smirks as Wild goes down in pain-as he grabs something from the next scaffold over.]
Chris; What the hell?
Ricky: Jeremiah Belmont has a can of gas, and he's dumping it on Wild!
[Belmont can be heard laughing maniacally, as the crowd cheers for carnage. Belmont reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a grill lighter, and ignites it. Wild yells as Belmont sets him on fire-and throws him off the tron, through the stage below. The bell rings as the crowd roars. Belmont begins to climb down.]
Alexis Lace: Here is your winner..and the 2010 Legends Cup Winner....JEREMIAH BELMONT!
["Liberate" reprises as Belmont holds his hands in victory. The ref hands him the legends cup on the stage, as we fade out.]
Winner: Jeremiah Belmont via immolation
=============================
*DROP THE CHARGES!*
(As the opening guitar riffs of Gogol Bordello's "Not a Crime" begin, all heads in the arena curiously turn towards the entrance ramp. As the full weight of the gypsy punk anthem booms out, the same man seen talking to JPO earlier, Pollaski, steps out. As before, he is wearing a green Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. The crowd murmers as this looks nothing like the "imortant guest" they were expecting.)
(The man climbs into the ring, and accepts a microphone. As he does, the music fades)
(Long pause)
(Finally)
Pollaski- Whats up, Chicago?
(Cheap pop)
Pollaski- My name is Daniel Pollaski. For those of yiu who dont know me...
(Which is pretty much everyone)
Pollaski- I am the official columnist of the World Wrestling Alliance. You can check out my blog on the news forums of www.wfwa-online.com. Now, you may be wondering what I'm doing here at Pro-Wrestling X's fine pay per view!
(Duh)
Pollaski- Well , I have a statement to make.
(Pollaski pulls out the same notepad he was writing in earlier)
Pollaski- Bear with me. I had a whole days notice on this.
(Bearing...)
(Pollaski clears his throat)
Pollaski- Ahem. On behalf of the World Wrestling Alliance, including its six member feds Appalachian Wrestling, WWA Pennsylvania; Defiance Wrestling, WWA Confederacy...
(Small round of boos. Pollaski smiles)
Pollaski- Yeah, I think they're douchebags too.
(Slight pop)
Pollaski- DREAM Wrestling, WWA Florida; Wrestling Midwest, WWA Ohio; Missouri Valley Wrestling, WWA Missouri
(Duh)
Pollaski- And of course, High Octane Wrestling, WWA Illinois
(Good sized pop from the Chicago crowd)
Pollaski- ...And the board of executives, the honorable Chance Wolfington, Senior presiding....
(GET ON WITH IT!)
Pollaski- I am pleased to announce the addition of Pro-Wrestling X to the World Wrestling Alliance, as our new INDIANA region!
(Pop!)
(Pollaski smiles)
Pollaski- Notice how I said INDIANA. As this show is taking place in Illinois, you are now infringing on HOW's sovereign territory, and this show must be IMMEDIATELY shut down!
(WHAT?)
Pollaski- Just kidding!
(FUCKER!)
Pollaski- Now, Ive been watching this show, and so far I like what I see. Now, every two weeks, I unleash the Power 50, counting down the best 50 wrestlers this alliance has to offer. And after tonight, I can GUARANTEE you all that PWX will be well represented in the next list!
(Pop!)
Pollaski- And thats just what being in the WWA is all about. A chance to prove that you and your fed arent just the best here... but the best EVERYWHERE!
(Another pop!)
Pollaski- Tonight, as we speak, Jack Amethyst and Cobra are over in Pennsylvania fighting for the World Championship. How many of you think that Jackson could take the winner of that?
(Big pop!)
Pollaski- And how many of you think Jeremiah and Valerie Belmont would send WWA Tag Team champs Stephen Greer and Johnny Lightning back to Dixie with their tails between their legs?
(Bigger pop!)
Pollaski- All that can happen, and more. Because that is what the WWA will provide... exposure and opportunity!
(One mo pop!)
Pollaski- So again, welcome. I look forward to seeing the rest of the show. POLLA.....OUT!
(Pollaski drops the mike and exits the ring)
=============================
Grudge Match:
Tyler Graves vs John Pariah
Alexis Lace: The following match is a GRUDGE MATCH and is scheduled for one fall!
Chris: We are about to witness a match ten years in the making Ricky. After all the personal animosity that both John Pariah and Tyler Graves have for each other, they are finally stepping inside the squared circle one on one to settle something that started a couple of months ago.
Ricky: You’re right Chris. These men used to be the best of friends but all that dissolved a couple of weeks ago when Lilith Morgan revealed that she and Tyler had an affair a couple of months back and that affair has bear fruits as Lilith revealed she is carrying Tyler’s child.
The arena goes dark. It was followed by a pulsation of white lights that starts to go on and off throughout the whole arena as the crowd goes wild. The pulsating of the white lights continues as "Battle On" War of Ages starts to play. Suddenly we see the stage being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song continues to rip through the ear drums of the crowd. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Tyler Graves. Tyler Graves stands on the stage looking so focus. He then screams to pumps the crowd as the crowd screams their heads off.
Chris: Tyler Graves has been going through a lot lately. Yes, he might’ve found out that he is about to become a father but that same news lead him to a spiral of personal downfall as his relationships with John Pariah and even his sister dissolved right before his eyes.
Ricky: And ever since then, there’s nothing but hatred between both men and they’ve been at each other’s throat ever since.
As the white lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp slapping some hands along the way. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena.
Alexis Lace: Making his way to the ring… Currently residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Weighing in at 219 lbs… This is… TYLER GRAVES!
He then continues walking making his way to the steel steps. He then ascends the steel steps and upon reaching the ring apron, he then proceeds to jump in to the ring. He runs towards the opposite side of the ring and stands at the bottom rope ala Edge as he raises his right arms up. He then goes to his corner and do some warm ups as the lights in the arena returns to normal and his music fades.
The lights in the arena go black, and the crowd grows silent. An ominous pounding guitar and drum intro is heard as the lights begin to flicker at a breakneck pace. The tron shows shots of John Pariah competing, and winning championships. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as “Live & Die” by Sebastian Bach begins to play throughout the arena. Pyro shoots up as Sebastian Bach's "Live & Die" continues to blare thoughout the building, and John Pariah steps out onto the stage.
Chris: There he is. The self-proclaimed Paragon of Purity, Clergy of Clean-living and the man who likes to call himself The Savior is now entering the warzone. And the fans are clearly showing their disdain towards him.
Ricky: Pariah has been a torn on Tyler’s side ever since Lilith’s revelation. He went as far as to turn Tyler’s own sister Tylene Graves and Tyler’s biggest fan Grayson Willis against him!
Pariah kneels down, and looks at his wrists, before standing up and throwing his arms in a crucifix pose. Another shot of pyro shoots up, as Pariah heads down the ramp. The tron reads names like "The Second City Savior" and "Hope For The Hopeless" as he heads towards the ring.
Alexis Lace: Making his way to the ring… From Chicago, Illinois… Weighing in at 219 lbs… “THE SAVIOR”… JOHN PARIAH!
He smirks evilly as he stops-and looks around the crowd. Pariah continues down the ramp. Tyler eyes him from inside the ring. Tyler runs to the ropes. Tyler bounces off of it and launches himself into a suicide dive towards Pariah on the outside taking him down to the concrete floor to the delight of the sold-out arena!
Chris: MY GOD! Looks like Tyler Graves cannot wait to get his hands on Pariah! Tyler just took Pariah down with that suicide dive!
Tyler climbs to his feet and get the crowding pumped up. He then picks Pariah up to his feet. Tyler hammers him with a couple of forearm smash before Irish whipping him to the guardrail. Pariah collides with the guardrail with a loud thud as the impact dropped him to the floor. Tyler walks towards him and kicks the living hell out of hell. Tyler screams again to pump up the crowd before backing off. He then charges towards John and hits him with a hesitation dropkick right to the face.
Chris: Tyler is already taking it to Pariah and the match hasn’t officially started!
Ricky: By the look of it, looks like the referee is going to have his hands full with this one Chris.
Chris: No doubt about it Ricky. This will be an all out brawl. If this is isn’t any indication of that then what could?
Tyler gets to his feet. He picks John Pariah back up. Tyler then Irish whips him to the ring post. John collides with the ring post face first before he was knocked back down to the floor. Tyler walked over to him. We can see Pariah’s face has been wide open as his blood is flowing right down to his face. Tyler mounts him. Tyler then grabs John by the hair. He then starts hammering him with his right hand right to the face. The referee is now trying to hold back Tyler and telling him to take it to the ring but Tyler is just beating the crap out of John Pariah. A couple more referees ran ringside to try and pull Tyler off of John as Tyler continues to barrage John in his crimson masked face. They finally manage to pull Tyler off of but the damage has been visibly done.
Chris: Tyler is really fired up here and this is not going well so far for Pariah.
Ricky: We havent officially start the match and Pariah is already busted wide open. If this continues, I don’t think Pariah will be able to last any longer.
The two referee hold off Tyler on the side of the ringside area as EMTs come running out to check on Pariah. Tyler sees this and he struggles against the referees and walks towards where Pariah is. The referee continues to restrain Tyler but Tyler just punches them both dropping them to the floor before continuing his trek towards Pariah. The EMTs tries to stop Tyler but he threatens to beat them up too. They back off a little as the other EMTs shields Pariah and tells Tyler that he’s no longer in a condition to fight as we can see some security rushing to ringside. They three members of the security team attempts to hold Tyler off but Tyler just delivers blows to all of them as the EMTs continues to check on Pariah.
Chris: The anger that is fueling Tyler is scary. He’s willing to go the distance just to inflict some pain on Pariah.
Ricky: And no matter how many security guys we send in to stop him, I think they’re going to have a hard time doing so.
Pariah comes to his senses and sees what’s going on. He then shoves the EMTs off of him as he climbs to his feet staggering. He sees Tyler beating the down the security as he walks towards to him. He then turns Tyler around and hammers him with a European uppercut that made Tyler stagger. Tyler retaliates with a forearm smash. John head butts Tyler. Tyler answers with an elbow. John knife edge chops Tyler. Tyler with a clinched knee strike to the face. John with another head butt. John follows it up with a European uppercut. John shouts before spinning and hitting Tyler with a decapitating lariat that floors Tyler!
Chris: And now, Pariah’s the one taking the fight to Tyler!
Pariah picks Tyler back up and rolls him to the ring. Pariah then slides in. He stands at one corner as Tyler struggles to get to his feet. The referee then orders the time-keeper to ring the bell. The bell has been ring as Pariah continue to stalks Tyler.
Chris: And we are officially underway!
Ricky: Looks like this match isn’t going to last any longer though!
Tyler finally makes it to his feet. Pariah kicks him in the midsection. Pariah places him in a fireman’s carry setup. He signals a cut throat motion to the fans but the taunting bides Tyler enough time to slide back down to the back of Pariah. Tyler grabs Pariah’s hands and places them in a hammerlock as the fans are on their feet! Tyler then attempts a short range lariat to complete off his “Good Night Irene” move but Pariah ducks the lariat. Pariah escapes the hammerlock and he managed to stun Tyler with a roaring elbow. Pariah then grabs Tyler and places him in a front headlock. Pariah then drives Tyler head first to the mat via a Evenflow DDT. Pariah then rolls Tyler over and covers him…
Chris: Evenflow DDT by Pariah after that Roaring Elbow! And now he’s going for the cover!
1...
2...
…KICKOUT!!
Ricky: Tyler kicks out in time!
Pariah gets to his feet. He picks Tyler back up. Pariah slaps the piss out of him. Pariah Irish whips him to the corner. Tyler collides with the turnbuckle. Pariah charges towards him. Tyler rolls of the way and Pariah collides with the turnbuckle. Tyler places him in a cravate. He then snapmares Pariah to the ground. Tyler follows it up with a barrage of kicks to the chest and to the back before he runs off to the ropes and bounces to it. Tyler then returns and hits Pariah with a low dropkick to the face that floors Pariah. Tyler crawls towards him and hooks the leg!
Chris: Vicious kicks from Graves and now he’s the one going for the cover! Can he pull it off?
1...
2...
…SHOULDER UP!
Ricky: Pariah manage to get the shoulder up! What will Graves do to put his nemesis away for good?
Tyler gets to his feet. He then grabs Pariah by the hair and picks him back up. Tyler hammers him with a couple of forearm smash before Irish whipping him to the opposite corner. Pariah collides with the turnbuckle. Tyler backs up to the opposite corner and taps his knee as the fans are on their feet cheering on Tyler!
Chris: Looks like Tyler is motioning for the Running Knee Strike! Could this be the beginning of the end for John Pariah?
Tyler charges towards Pariah. He catches him with the running high knee. Tyler then grabs Pariah’s head and is preparing to drive him to the mat with the running bulldog but Pariah pushes him off. Tyler turns around and charges back to Pariah but Pariah catches him with a super kick! Pariah then grabs him. He then raises him up before tossing him to the turnbuckle like a rag doll via a T-Bone Suplex. Pariah then pulls Tyler to the middle of the ring before turning him. Pariah then goes for the lateral press
Chris: A wicked T-Bone Suplex from John Pariah! Could that be enough to put Tyler away?
1...
2...
…SHOULDER UP!
Ricky: Tyler gets the shoulder up and both men are back on their feet!
Both men simultaneously climbs to their feet. Tyler hammers Pariah with a forearm. Pariah answers with an elbow. Tyler with another forearm smash. Pariah grabs Tyler and hammers him with European uppercut. Tyler with an elbow smash and it rocked Pariah hard. Tyler with a spinning kick to the midsection. Tyler grabs Pariah and Irish whips him to the ropes. Tyler waits for Pariah to return but Pariah held on to the top rope. Tyler charges towards him. Pariah backs body drops Tyler to the outside but Tyler skinned the cat as he lands on the ring apron. Pariah then hits Tyler with a roaring elbow that stunned Tyler Graves. Tyler is still standing on the ring apron when Pariah hit the ropes. He then returns and delivers a devastating boot the head that knocks Tyler off the ring apron before hitting face first the guardrail then dropping to the floor.
Chris: MY GOD! Pariah just sent Tyler Graves flying to the outside!
Ricky: Tyler collided face first with the guardrail and from the looks of it, I think he’s been busted wide open!
Pariah rolls out of the ring. The ref starts his count. John picks up Tyler who got his forehead busted wide upon by the guardrail. Pariah slaps him across the face while talking trash to him. He then Irish whips him to the guardrail. Tyler collides with the guardrail and he leans on to it. Pariah backs up as he taunts the crowd who is showing their disdain towards him by booing the shit out of him. Pariah then charges towards Tyler. Tyler doubles over in time catching John with a back body drop that lands him to the vacated chair in the first row.
Chris: OH MY GOD! I think Tyler Graves just killed John Pariah!
Ricky: And the fans are actually loving it!
Tyler rolls to the ring to break the ring out count. Pariah is struggling to get to his feet as the crowd is bad mouthing him. Tyler climbs up the turnbuckle. He eyes Pariah who is still on the first row. Tyler then launches himself into a cross body to Pariah sending them both down to a pile of vacated and erected chairs to the delight of the fans!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Chris: That’s how much Tyler hates John Pariah! He’s willing to sacrifice his own well being just to inflict pain!
Ricky: Holy Shit indeed! Although we wont be able to get a clear cut winner if both men got themselves counted out!
Tyler regains consciousness first. He then crawls to the guardrail and uses it as leverage to get to his feet. He finally makes it to his feet. He then walks towards Pariah. He grabs Pariah and picks him up to his feet but Pariah fights off by punching him in the midsection. Pariah gets to his feet. He walks over to Tyler. He clobbers Tyler in the back. He delivers a forearm to the back of Tyler’s head before hurling him off to the ring side area. Pariah jumps the guardrail himself as we can see Tyler crawling on floor ringside. Pariah stomps him on the back that sent Tyler down to the floor. Pariah stomps him again and again and again. Pariah then taunts the crowd who boos the shit out of him.
Chris: Pariah is once again back in the driver seat and the fans are livid over him.
The referee continues his count and it’s now in number 13. Pariah picks Tyler up and rolls him to the ring. Pariah rolls to the ring himself. Pariah gets to his feet and continues stomping Tyler this time on his blood covered face. Pariah then backs up to the corner as he encourages Tyler to get up while a sick smile is plastered to his face. Tyler struggles to get up. He many to get on all fours. He then slowly crawls towards the ropes. Tyler reaches the ropes and he clings to it. Tyler uses the ropes as leverage to get up. Tyler finally makes it to his feet. He then shakes the cobwebs off as Pariah continues to stalk him. Tyler lets go of the ropes as he walks staggeringly to the center of the ring unaware of what’s going to happen. He then turns around and in almost instance, Pariah charges towards him for a spear but Tyler catches him and drills him to the mat with a Snap Scoop Powerslam. Tyler then hooks Pariah’s leg…
Chris: Tyler counters the spear into a power slam! Here’s the cover!
Ricky: Could this be it??
1...
2...
…KICK OUT!
Chris: And Pariah kicks out just in time! What does Tyler need to do to put him away?
Tyler climbs to his feet. He sits Pariah up. He then barrages him with a flurry of stiff shin kicks to the chest and back before he goes off running to the ropes. Tyler bounces to the ropes. He returns but Pariah gets to his feet in time to catch him with a belly to belly suplex. Pariah then runs to the nearest ropes and springboards to it before launching himself into a lionsault. He lands right on top of Tyler but the impact had him bouncing off back to the mat. He then crawls towards Tyler and covers him. Pariah hooks the leg for added leverage…
Chris: Belly to belly suplex into a lionsault! And Pariah’s going for the cover!
1...
2...
…KICK OUT!!
Ricky: Tyler kicks out yet again! And we can see the frustration on John Pariah’s eyes! I bet he’s asking himself right now what can he do to permanent Tyler away!
Frustrations is setting in as Pariah gets to his feet and protest the slow count. The referee hold his ground as he tells him that it’s just two. Pariah just shakes his head as he walks over to Tyler. He stomps Tyler in the face a couple of times before picking him back up. Pariah then assaults Tyler with a series of strikes that includes a couple of forearm smash, a knife edge chop, a European uppercut before attempting to finish it with a spinning lariat but Tyler ducks out of the way. Tyler then barrages with a series of stiff shoot kicks to the shin, legs, chest and back of the opponent following it up with a huge roundhouse kick to the head before finishing it up with a sweep that sends Pariah down the mat. Tyler goes for the cover hooking Pariah’s leg up!
Chris: Tyler showers John Pariah with kicks!
Ricky: And now he has Pariah in a pinning predicament! Could this be it??
1...
2...
…TH…KICK OUT!
Chris: That was close!
Ricky: Really close!
The crowd are on their feet. Tyler is on his knees. He slowly climbs to his feet. He then walks over to John Pariah. He picks John Pariah up. Tyler delivers a series of Muay Thai knee strikes to the face of Pariah. He then Irish whips Pariah to the corner. He backs up to the opposite corner. Tyler taps his knee once again as the crowd is going wild.
Chris: Looks like Tyler is going to attempt that running high knee/running bulldog combination of his! The last time he tried it, Pariah laid him out with a super kick! Can he pull it off this time around?
Tyler charges over to Pariah. He hits Pariah with the running high knee. He grabs Pariah’s head and prepares to drill him to the mat with a bulldog but Pariah pushes him off again. Tyler turns around and charges to Pariah and Pariah goes for a super kick but Tyler side steps to duck it this time and he did. Tyler hammers Pariah with a forearm smash. The forearm made John staggers. Tyler charges to him again but Pariah spins in time to catch Tyler with a decapitating lariat that sends Tyler spinning in the air before dropping to the mat.
Chris: OH MY GOD! Pariah just killed Tyler!
Ricky: Good gracious! If that’s not the definition of the wrestling term decapitating clothesline that what is?
Chris: Now if Pariah would only go for the pin!
Ricky: I think he was for a couple second but he’s hesitating!
Pariah picks Tyler up to his feet. He then kicks Tyler in the midsection. He then places Tyler in a fireman’s carry position. He then motions a cut throat to the crowd who boos the shit out of them to signal for the “Angel Down”. Pariah then tosses Tyler to the air but Tyler manage to change his angle as he lands to his feet instead of hitting Pariah’s knee. Pariah then attempts a roaring elbow but Tyler ducks out of it. Tyler then hits Pariah with a step up enziguiri that rocked Pariah hard. Tyler then jumps and wraps his legs around Pariah’s neck.
Chris: Tyler reverses the Angel Down! And now he’s going for… a hurancanrana??
Tyler attempts a hurancanrana but Pariah reverses it into a power bomb. Tyler does not let go! He then rearranges his right leg unto Pariah’s chin trapping him into a modified gogoplata that he calls “That’s All She Wrote” as the crowd is blowing the roof off of the arena!
Chris: Pariah reverses the hurancanrana into a power bomb but Tyler holds on to him and locks in the Gogoplata!
Ricky: Will Pariah taps out?
Pariah screams in agony as he finds a way to break out of it. Tyler screams as well as he stiffens the hold. The ref checks on Pariah and asks him if he wants to give up but Pariah refuses to. Tyler screams at him to just give up but Pariah just cusses him. Tyler then barrages Pariah in the face with his right hand before stiffening the hold even more. The referee asks Pariah again if he wants to give up but Pariah refuses to. Pariah screams as if summoning up strength before he grabs Tyler and lifts him up. Pariah then drops him in a power bomb in an attempt to break himself from the hold but Tyler still holds on. Pariah screams again as he lifts Tyler again before dropping him into a powerbomb for the third time tonight. This time Tyler breaks the hold as he is flat on his back on the mat. Pariah then goes for the lateral press and hooks the leg!
Chris: What strength by Pariah! Amidst the submission predicament he was on, he managed to break it off by powerbombing Tyler TWICE to the mat! And now he’s going for the cover!
1...
2...
TH…KICK OUT!!
Ricky: Tyler kicks out yet again! And Pariah’s really, really frustrated!
Frustrations are setting in as we can see Pariah pounding the mat. He then gets up to his feet. He then stalks Tyler as Tyler regains his senses and is crawling on the mat. Pariah screams at him to get up. Tyler manage to reach the ropes. He then uses the rope to slowly raise himself up to his feet. He finally makes it to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs but Pariah walks over to him and places him in a waist lock. Pariah then hurls him upward for a German Suplex. Tyler lands on his neck but Pariah doesn’t let go. Both of them then gets to their feet with Pariah still has his arms wrapped around Tyler’s waist. Pariah then hurls Tyler backward again and drops him with a second German Suplex!
Chris: Good God! Those Germans are devastating! It’s a mystery why Tyler is still not looking like a vegetable right now! That move would’ve shelved a normal individual if executed to them!
Ricky: Looks like Pariah is still not done though!
Pariah still doesn’t let go as they both gets back to their feet again. Pariah attempts a third German but Tyler blocks it. Tyler then hammers Pariah with a couple of back elbows that made Pariah let go of the waist lock. Tyler hammers Pariah with a forearm! Pariah answer back with a right hand! Tyler again with the forearm! The crowd is on their feet! Pariah retaliates with a European uppercut! Tyler staggers! Pariah spins and attempts a roaring lariat but Tyler ducks! Tyler then grabs Pariah’s left arm and starts kicking him in the midsection. Tyler then places Pariah in a hammerlock as the decibel level in the building is off the charts! Tyler then drills Pariah with a short range lariat takedown to complete the move he calls “Good Night Irene”!
Ricky: Good night Irene! Tyler hits the Good night Irene! THIS could be it!
Chris: Wait, Ricky… We’re getting something from backstage. Our producer just informed us that something’s going on backstage!
Ricky: Is it something important?
Chris: Yes! It has something to do with Tylene Graves and Grayson Willis attacking Lilith Morgan!
Ricky: Then we better get a camera back there!
Chris: I was informed that there’s a camera already assigned to it.
Tyler was about to go for the cover when the tron suddenly flickers on. It shows what’s going on backstage. We are inside Tyler Graves’ locker room and we are seeing Tylene Graves and Grayson Willis beating on someone and that someone is trying its best to fight back. It turns out that that someone is none other than Lilith Morgan. Tylene is mounting Lilith pulling her hair as Grayson prevents the security from stopping the assault welding a chair.
Chris: Good God! It is true! Tylene Graves and Grayson Willis are assaulting the pregnant Lilith Morgan backstage while Tyler is fighting their leader in the ring! Is this a distraction to Tyler so Pariah can win? Or is it the other way around? Did they use the match to distract Tyler so that they can eliminate Lilith?
Tyler sees this and he quickly slides out of the ring. He then charges to the back. The referee starts counting Tyler out. We then cut backstage to another camera who is now following Tyler as Tyler continues to run to the locker room area. Tyler finally reaches his locker room and he fights his way in to it. Grayson sees him and he quickly swings the chair but Tyler ducks it and Grayson only hits the wall. Tyler gives Grayson a spinning kick in the midsection causing Grayson the drop the chair. Tyler then grabs him and hurls him to the wall. Tyler then grabs Tylene by the hair and pulls her off of Lilith and drops her to the floor. Tylene hits the floor with a loud thud. Tyler then walks over to her and looks at her with raging eyes as he raises his hands in a closed fist. Tyler is shaking in anger as Tylene is just looking at her with a “go ahead do it” kind of look. The crowd cheers Tyler on.
Chris: No! Don’t do it Tyler! Don’t do it!
Ricky: Don’t waste your time Tyler! You have a match to win and the referee is now counting you out!
Tyler screams as he was about to hit Tylene but Grayson Willis suddenly whacks Tyler with the chair dropping him to the floor. Grayson was about to hit Tyler again but Tylene stops him. She then tells him that they’ve done their work and its time to go as we can see the group of security running towards them. Grayson then drops the chair before he and Tylene runs out and escapes leaving the laid out Tyler Graves and Lilith Morgan.
Chris: Tyler Graves is knocked out backstage as the referee continues his count! Can Tyler makes it back out before the count of twenty?
Ricky: I doubt it Chris. Grayson got him good with that chairshot! The EMTs are checking up on him right now.
Back at the ring, Pariah is just regaining his senses as the referee’s count is now at number 18. Pariah looks around realizing where he is. He then slowly gets to his feet as the referee finally reaches the 20th count. The referee orders the time-keeper to ring the bell before proclaiming
Ricky: And looks like it’s safe for us to say that Pariah is the victor in this match. The thought of that makes me sick though.
Chris: Indeed! This doesn’t prove Pariah at all! This doesn’t prove if he’s really better than Tyler! That was a cheap win!
Alexis Lace: Ladies and Gentlemen… The winner of this match due to a count out… “The Savior”… JOHN PARIAH!
The crowd in a chorus of boos as “Live and Die” by Sebastian Bach reprises. The referee helps Pariah before raising his arms. The fans boos the shit out of him as they throw debris towards him. Pariah then slides out of the ring and makes his way to the back. Tylene and Grayson suddenly appears on the stage as they help their leader walk. They all stop for a moment and raises their arms up in the air as the crowd continues to boos. They then disappear backstage.
WINNER VIA COUNT OUT: JOHN PARIAH
=============================
PWX Championship Match:
No DQ / No Count Out - 30 Minute Iron Man Match - THERE MUST BE A WINNER:
Jackson © vs Brian Hollywood
[The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.]
Ricky: Jackson’s hell bent on destroying Brian Hollywood. In fact, I overheard a rumor backstage that she wants to end Brian Hollywood’s career tonight.
Chris: She possibly could, but the challenger does not seem to want to back down.
Ricky: He’s too stupid to do anything else!
Chris: That’s probably true! After all he’s the most corrupt business man in PWX history.
Ricky: And that’s saying something considering we’ve had an owner like PEP before.
["Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts errupting in boos. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he puts his hand up each side by his head and jestures the crowd.
Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before waking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and taunts the crowd with his fingers. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent.]
Chris: Hollywood’s eyeing Jackson’s belt!
Ricky: Yes! And I’ve got to say that he’s only dreaming at this point. He has no chance against the Dark Horse.
Crowd: JACKSON, JACKSON, JACKSON
[Brian Hollywood immediately flips the middle finger towards the crowd to a resound chorus of boos.]
Chris: Looks like the crowd might drown us out tonight.
Ricky: I can barely hear you speak Chris, even though I rarely listen anyways, but this crowd’s hot for this match.
[The referee pulls both men into the middle of the ring as the timer appears on the screen with “30:00.” The referee attempts to make both men shake hands, but as soon as Jackson reaches out for Brian Hollywood’s hand; Hollywood pulls his hand back and Jackson glares at Brian Hollywood.]
Chris: The Honor Code for PWX is not in effect when there’s a NoDQ match.
Ricky: Yeah, and Hollywood seems to not really respect Jackson at all.
[The bell rings, but before both men lock up, suddenly “The Good Life “ by Three Days Grace plays upon the PA system. The lights completely go out and both Jackson and Hollywood can be seen looking around the arena. The crowd immediately erupts as a red flashing light starts to come across the screen and a siren screeches with the opening chords of the song. Suddenly a big bang erupts and the chorus of the song begins as Darin Zion approaches the entrance ramp.]
“All I want
Is a little of the good life
All I need
Is to have a good time
The good life
All I want
is a little of the good life
All I need
Is to have a good time
The good life
(the good life)”
Crowd: ZION, ZION, ZION, ZION, ZION!
[Zion walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the people in the arena with his right hand. He’s carrying a steel chair covered in the blood of Jay Price from earlier in the evening. The crowd immediately stands to their feet as both Jackson and Brian Hollywood fix their eyes upon Darin Zion as he walks past the ring.]
Chris: Well, Zion’s wasting a good 2 minutes of this match!
Ricky: Typical Darin Zion; the attention has to be on him!
Chris: Well if you look; both Jackson and Hollywood don’t know if Zion’s going to attach them or not. He said he hates both of them as champion and has vowed to end the reign of whoever wins tonight.
Ricky: Great, I have to put up with Zion as a broadcast partner. My dream come true!
[Zion drops the chair and grabs a headset and sits down with Ricky and Chris.]
Zion: And I can say the same thing Mr. Richardo! It’s not like I’ve enjoyed listening to your snide comments every time I wrestle. But I guess you’ve grown to like me!
Ricky: Whatever Zion!
Chris: So welcome Zion, do you have any favorite to win this match? I mean you obviously demonstrated that you should be number contender tonight by murdering Jay Price.
Zion: Chris, I should have been number one contender before both Hollywood or Jackson were considered for the PWX Title, but then again, I think that Ryan James Dio should be PWX. However, the person that’s going to win tonight; the one I hate the least, if I have a say in it. Anyways, you both need to focus upon the match; things look a little interesting in the ring.
[As the clock redisplays a whooping 27 minutes left in the match from Zion’s entrance, Hollywood has his eyes completely focused on Jackson as Jackson attempt to call Zion out from the broadcast table. Zion ignores him and points straight to Hollywood. Jackson turns around and immediately gets struck in the jaw cleanly. The crowd immediately boos!]
Crowd: Hollywood sucks! Hollywood sucks!
Ricky: Well there’s the Executive Promise!
Zion: More like the Executive Cheap Shot in my opinion!
Chris: Well, that was a potential quick first fall!
[The referee counts the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
The screen displays the following score and time:
Brian Hollywood: 1
Brad Jackson: 0
Time: 26:53]
Crowd: THIS SUCKS! THIS SUCKS!
Zion: I can’t say I blame them there!
[Immediately, Hollywood rolls out of the ring and pulls out a table from outside of the ring. He throws it into the inside of the ring, rolls back inside, and sets it up within the corner. Brian Hollywood picks up the limp body of Jackson and immediately thrusts him into the table. Hollywood sets up into a spear position.]
Chris: Well this got brutal fast!
Ricky: He could spear him through the table!
Zion: You two obviously don’t know about Jackson do you? Trust me; he won’t take a beating easily after that.
Chris: Well we are trying to sell a match!
Zion: I’m just being real with the commentary.
Ricky: Do you see why I hate him now?
[Hollywood immediately rushes towards the table and Jackson immediately rolls out of the way and Hollywood gets a face full of table. Hollywood’s body hands on the turnbuckle as Jackson immediately stands up to a gigantic round of applause.]
Zion: See what I told you?
Ricky: I hate you!
Chris: Looks like Brian Hollywood could be out for the count.
[Immediately, Jackson picks up Brian Hollywood and hits a Northern Lights suplex on Brian Hollywood. Jackson then rolls out of the move and locks in an armbar upon Brian Hollywood. He immediately winces in pain.]
Zion: SHADES OF CHRIS JERICHO!
Ricky: I bet Hollywood gets out of this one!
Chris: Don’t be so sure; Zion looks as if he wants to pounce you for attempting to be him.
Zion: No it’s cool! Ricky just sucks at knowing Brian Hollywood’s style. Trust me, Ricky, don’t quit being a color commentator.
Chris: So true, but look at the immense pressure Jackson’s applying on the hold.
Ricky: That’s got to hurt.
[Jackson continues to lock in the hold, but Brian Hollywood starts to roll out of the hold. As Brian Hollywood attempts to get to his feet; Jackson jumps to his and grabs a piece of the broken table and immediately nails Brian Hollywood with it. Jackson then smashes the piece back into Brian Hollywood’s back and locks in a Mexican Surfboard onto Brian Hollywood. Brian hardly responds.]
Crowd: 23 minutes!
Ricky: They’re counting down the minutes until this match is over.
Zion: For once, I agree with you Ricky. I know I’m bored to tears!
Crowd: Jackson, Jackson, Jackson!
[Jackson then releases the hold and rolls out of the ring. He walks over to Darin Zion for a minute and immediately pushes him over and grabs the steel chair he’s sitting under. Jackson runs back into the ring and charges Brian Hollywood with the steel chair. He starts to drop shot after shot after shot upon Brian Hollywood’s back. He starts to grab his back and scream out in pain.]
Chris: Looks like Hollywood’s taking more damage than Zion is!
Ricky: Yeah, and Jackson also shut up Darin Zion for a chance. He’s still over looking for his head set.
Chris: But I can still hear him cursing under his breath.
[Jackson then smashes the steel chair down upon the back of Brian Hollywood. As Brian Hollywood lies down upon his back, Jackson immediately climbs up to the top rope. He reaches down for the steel chair and sits it under his feet. Jackson watches Hollywood twitch a bit while he sets the steel chair up perfectly to land a Top Rope Leg Drop with the Chair.]
Ricky: Here it comes!
Chris: I think Jackson’s going to connect!
[Brian Hollywood rolls out of the way and smirks as Jackson’s butt connects to the bottom of the steel chair. Hollywood immediately climbs up to his feet and starts setting up for the Executive Promise again.]
Zion: Hollywood’s trying the same old shit!
Chris: Vintage Cena!
Ricky: Oh shit , Zion’s rubbing off on Chris!
[Brian Hollywood attempts to kick Jackson, but Jackson immediately grabs Hollywood’s leg and picks Brian Hollywood up. He puts Brian Hollywood up into position for the Burning Hammer. Jackson smashes Brian Hollywood down to the canvas and attempts to make the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE….]
Chris: Hollywood barely kicks out!
Zion: Damnit!
Ricky: That’s a shock there!
[Jackson smacks the canvas as Hollywood rolls away from him. Both Hollywood and Jackson get back to their feet and charge each other. Both jump and attempt to nail a cross body upon each other and collide in mid air.]
Chris: They’ve got each other pretty much down.
Ricky: Well they’ve only fought each other 5 times.
Zion: Sounds like love to me.
[The referee starts to count both men down.
1…
2…
3…
4…
Jackson slowly makes it to his feet as Hollywood struggles to his. Jackson grabs a steel chair and set it behind Brian Hollywood. He then picks Brian Hollywood up and lands the underhook brainbuster upon the steel chair. Brian Hollywood immediately screams out as Jackson stands up to his feet and smiles sadistically. Jackson goes out and under the outside of the ring and picks up a barbed wire 2X4 from out of the ring. He then immediately grabs a lighter and sets it on fire.]
Crowd: ECW, ECW, ECW, ECW!
Zion: Thank God it’s not me!
Chris: This has turned into an all out war between Jackson and Hollywood!
[Jackson grabs the object and smacks Brian Hollywood straight in the gut. As Hollywood flies back, a giant red welt appears on his stomach. Jackson continues to nail Hollywood with the burning object. However, the referee pulls it away from Jackson.]
Crowd: You suck, ref!
Ricky: Who cares; Jackson was going to kill Hollywood!
[Jackson pulls up Brian Hollywood and grabs the steel chair again. He places the chair on the ground right underneath Brian Hollywood. Jackson takes Brian Hollywood’s limp and lifeless body and immediately lands an Ego Trip upon the steel chair. The referee drops down to the mat and starts the count:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Brian Hollywood: 1
Brad Jackson: 1
Time: 17:50]
Ricky: Well Hollywood’s quite the solider, but even he couldn’t have taken that much pain!
Zion: If he wants to be PWX Champion; he’d better learn how to take that pain; because once I take him on for the belt; I will make sure he will face that type of pain in his first title defense.
[Jackson stands up and grabs Brian Hollywood and immediately lifts him above his head. He tosses Brian Hollywood to the outside, straight upon the sore spots of his back. As Brian Hollywood screams out in pain; Jackson immediately launches himself to the outside of the ring. He lands a top rope Shooting Star Press on Brian Hollywood and covers him. The referee runs outside of the ring.
ONE…
TW….
Brian Hollywood kicks out immediately and Jackson goes on a rampage. Jackson stands up, picks up Hollywood, and starts to nail his head against all of the rails on the outside of the ring before coming to the broadcast table. Zion, Ricky, and Chris all scatter as Jackson immediately rips off all the equipment from off of the table. Jackson then rolls Brian Hollywood onto the table. Jackson grabs Hollywood and attempts to land a Jackknife Powerbomb upon him, but Hollywood holds Jackson in place. They both struggle to land a move before Hollywood reverses it into a hurricanrana through the table. Both men lie motionless on the ground.]
Zion: I’m giving Hollywood props right there! It took a lot of effort after getting his ass handed to him.
Ricky: True, but you have to admit Jackson’s going to rape Hollywood!
Chris: That’s not the case after that brutal move. Both men are down!
[1…
2…
Brian struggles from out of the wreckage. He crawls over towards the ring apron and pulls out a bunch of thumbtacks from under the ring. He then also pulls out a small wine bottle from under the ring. He then pulls himself up to his feet, grabs the wine bottle and limps over to Jackson.
3…
4…
5…
Jackson starts to come to and pull himself up to his feet. Brian Hollywood makes it over to Jackson’s drooping body and immediately shatters the wine bottle over Jackson’s head. Blood immediately starts pouring from the face of Jackson as he immediately face plants to the floor again. Brian pulls him over to the bed of thumbtacks and lands a snap suplex to bed of thumbtacks. Jackson rolls around on the thumbtacks, screaming out in pain.]
Ricky: That’s going to hurt Jackson in the morning!
Chris: But it will get Hollywood some momentum!
[Brian grabs Jackson, who’s laying on the floor, and immediately piledrives him to the ground. Hollywood laughs as Jackson’s body plops to the floor and lays completely lifeless on the ground. Brian Hollywood then crawls and climbs up the ring apron, runs off the side; and lands a diving headbutt from the ring apron to the backside of Jackson. He then applies the Crippler Crossface to Jackson. The crowd immediately boos Hollywood.]
Zion: Hollywood just got himself some cheap heat. How typical.
Chris: But he’s also wearing down Jackson.
Zion: True, but for the sake of his career he does need to learn how to actually DRAW!
Ricky: And here I thought I was the one who insulted people meanly!
[The referee immediately walks over to check upon Jackson. He then lifts Jackson’s arm up to see if Jackson’s able to continue on with this match. Jackson’s arm falls to the ground rather quickly.]
Zion: That’s one! Jackson’s going to fall!
[The referee slowly lifts Jackson’s arm for the second time. Jackson’s arm again quickly slams down to the ground, almost as if he cannot continue.]
Ricky: There’s two! It’s OVER!
[As the referee drops Jackson’s arm for the third and final time; it stays floating in the air. Immediately, Jackson attempts to get back to his feet with Hollywood continuing to hold in the hold. Jackson immediately jumps and falls backwards on top of Brian Hollywood. Both men struggles as they stand up and get back to their feet. As they do, Brian Hollywood and Jackson exchange fist after fist perfectly.]
Crowd: Boo, yay! Boo, yay!
Zion: This reminds of me One Night Stand 2006!
Chris: Yes both men are fighting to claim the championship they love.
Ricky: If only they wouldn’t fist each other!
[Brian Hollywood immediately starts to pull out lefts and rights as Jackson falls back towards the ropes. Brian then Irish whips Jackson into the ropes and lands a diamond cutter upon Jackson. Then, Brian grabs the steel chair, lying in the ring, and climbs to the top rope.]
Zion: Oh, shit, Hollywood’s not going to do it; is he?
Ricky: I think he’s trying to make a statement to you Zion; finally!
Chris: Well that’s shocking! Hollywood going for the Rapture Leg Drop with the chair.
[Hollywood sets the chair under his legs and smiles as the crowd boos. Jackson climbs up to his feet as Hollywood jumps off the turnbuckle with the chair under his feet. Brian then perfectly connects with the chair to the back of Jackson’s head and both men go flying down to the mat. Hollywood rolls around in pain as Jackson lies there lifeless. However, Hollywood manages to crawl over and roll Jackson over for the cover.
ONE….
TWO…
THRE……
Jackson barely kicks out to the amazement of the entire crowd. Hollywood cannot believe Jackson found another wind.]
Ricky: Oh my God! No one’s kicked out of the rapture leg drop!
Chris: That’s impossible!
Zion: And that’s because he’s not Darin Zion. Just saying!
[Hollywood turns over and looks to Jackson, who looks pretty pissed off. As Brian Hollywood gets to his feet and attempts to run and charge Jackson with a clothesline. However, Jackson grabs Hollywood’s arm and holds it for a minute. Jackson eye balls Brian Hollywood and smiles as Hollywood looks almost scared. Jackson then locks in Choke On This and pushes Hollywood straight down to the mat, dead in the center of the ring.]
Chris: Looks like Hollywood’s going to be down a point.
Ricky: Don’t be so sure about that Chris!
[Hollywood slowly passes out in Jackson’s hold as the crowd erupts in completely excitement. Hollywood tries not too much to fight the hold as he wants to conserve energy, but Jackson continues to pressure the hold until Brian Hollywood passes out. Jackson immediately releases the hold after Brian passes out and rolls out and pulls out a trash can from underneath the ring.]
Zion: What the fuck is Jackson doing?
Ricky: Look like he passed on the win!
Chris: No, I think it’s Jackson fulfilling his promise: to kill Brian Hollywood.
[Jackson picks up Brian Hollywood’s limp body and slides the trash can over his head and onto him. He then throws Hollywood’s body back upon the canvas and Hollywood flops a couple times before Jackson climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Jackson jumps off the turnbuckle and lands a Senton Splash onto the trashcan and Hollywood’s body.]
Chris: It looks as if Jackson’s not affected by pain.
Zion: It’s more like it inspires him!
Ricky: Kind of like another rash young gentleman I know.
Zion: Thanks for the complement Ricky!
[Jackson then pulls the trash can off of Brian Hollywood and throws it to the ground. He then lifts Brian up into the air and lands “Welcome to the Machine” upon the trashcan. He covers Brian Hollywood.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!!
Brian Hollywood: 1
Brad Jackson: 2
Time: 8:45]
Zion: See you in la la land Hollywood!
Chris: And it seems like Brian Hollywood’s going to lose now. He’s down two to one!
Ricky: That’s something I’m sure Brian hears a lot!
Zion: HAHAHA!
[Jackson smiles as he looks up at the scoreboard and back out at Brian’s lifeless body. Jackson smiles at the work he’s done. However, Jackson is not satisfied. He pulls Hollywood’s body towards the apron. He hangs Brian’s head a bit over the edge. You can also see now Jackson’s face is a completely crimson mask. Jackson rubs his face, smears some blood onto Hollywood’s chest, and grabs a Fluorescent Lightbulb from under the ring. He smiles as he slowly lifts it up to the air and smashes it onto Hollywood’s forehead. Hollywood’s head immediately starts to gush right open.]
Ricky: Now both men are bleeding!
Zion: I just hope Jackson doesn’t catch Brian Hollywood’s diseases! I heard he’s bought off some expensive hookers with his millions.
Chris: Oh boy! You went there Zion. You finally crossed the edge.
Zion: It’s what I do best.
[Jackson then grabs Brian Hollywood and pulls him out of the ring. He stiffly hits the floor as a chorus of “oh’s” echo in the audience. Jackson then starts to drag Brian Hollywood up onto the stage. Jackson punches Hollywood as he drags him up slowly but surely to the top of the stage. When Jackson makes it to the stage, he once again nails a punch; however, Hollywood attempts to roll him up in a small package.
ONE…
Jackson immediately kicks out and looks furious. He stands up and picks up the resting Brian Hollywood and lands his trademark move: “Something Wicked.” Jackson then mounts Brian Hollywood and immediately starts to land punch after punch to the face of Brian Hollywood.]
Chris: Jackson’s trying to pull an MMA move!
Zion: Yeah, but he’s not as good as I am with it.
Ricky: But you cannot submit to punches in wrestling.
[Jackson stands up, rushes back, then runs towards Hollywood and lands a leg drop to his chest. He then locks upon the Darkest Hour upon Hollywood. Hollywood immediately starts to fade slowly as the referee goes down and checks Hollywood; however, you see a steel chair come flying from out of the background and you see Noah Drakin blasting Jackson with a few steel chair shots.]
Chris: Oh great; Hollywood’s found himself a new partner in crime.
Ricky: Look Zion; he’s cheating!
Zion: But just wait Ricky; I’ve already laid out a plan for this move. Trust me! It won’t be too long.
Chris: Yes, but should you stop him before.
Zion: Naw, Hollywood’s got his own coming to him.
[Noah immediately picks up Jackson and lands the Clean Kill upon him onto the steel chair. He then locks in an armbar as Hollywood starts to come to. Hollywood then signals Drakin to pick him up. Drakin lifts him up into piledriver position, moves Jackson over to the chair, and both Hollywood and Drakin land a Double Spike Piledriver onto the chair. Hollywood immediately goes for the cover on Jackson.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Brian Hollywood: 2
Brad Jackson: 2
Time: 5:47
Brian Hollywood then grabs the steel chair and sits down on it for a moment. He takes a few minutes to get a breath in while Noah continues to lock in submission after submission upon Jackson. Jackson continues to lay motionless as Drakin locks in the Rings of Saturn. He then grabs a chain from around his neck and chokes Jackson out; attempting to prepare Jackson for the last cover of the match. Suddenly, from the back; Xtreme Dream rushes out and attacks Drakin. Hollywood, with his back towards the action; doesn’t notice and continually taunts the crowd; who pops big time.]
Zion: My insurance plan has arrived!
Ricky: Looks like you formed an alliance with your former EOB stablemate.
Chris: Seems like a good one too!
Zion: Yup, we both feel that taking short cuts to win belts isn’t the way to go. So he and I formed this ‘Covenant’ if you will to make sure the PWX Honor Code stays completely intact.
Chris: Well good show!
[Xtreme Dream immediately lays out Drakin with a steel chair of his own. Xtreme Dream tosses Noah Drakin off the stage and launches himself off the stage on top of Drakin. The crowd immediately eats it up. Suddenly, Jackson regains consciousness and rushes over to Hollywood. He tips the chair over and Hollywood falls on his ass. Hollywood covers his head as Jackson attempts to pound the crap out of him. Hollywood runs towards the ring and Jackson follows him back and slides in. Hollywood starts to stomp on Jackson to keep down; however, Jackson gets back up and lands a giant clothesline to Hollywood. Jackson attempts to land a Northern Lights Suplex on Hollywood; but Hollywood reverses and lands a suplex back on Jackson.]
Zion: Wow, now they’re bring the technical wrestling style back.
Chris: This is pretty impressive.
Ricky: I have to agree with you both there.
[Brian jumps down to the ground and attempts to lock in a head lock, but Jackson immediately powers out of it. Jackson then grabs Brian Hollywood and Body Slams him, but Brian gets back up quickly and attempts to land a clothesline. Jackson then grabs Hollywood and lands Therapy on Brian Hollywood. However, Jackson then locks in a STF, but Hollywood quickly fights out of it, gets back to his feet; and as Jackson’s charging him; he lands a missle drop kick to Jackson.]
Zion: One minute left on the clock.
Ricky: This will get good fast.
Chris: Yes indeed; this will be quite the match of 2010 here in PWX during these last seconds.
[Jackson immediately gets back to his feet and grabs Hollywood and puts him into a sleeper hold and holds him for a bit to try and get an advantage. However, after a while, Brian Hollywood manages to sneak in a low blow with his foot and starts to ‘sign the papers’ and set himself up for the Executive Promise.]
Ricky: Zion’s leaving the table!
Chris: This is what cost Zion his mask!
Ricky: And look; he’s going for the steel chair; with Hollywood’s back towards him too!
[As Hollywood strikes his foot down for the last time; Zion plasters him with the steel chair. Zion then continually smashes the chair to Hollywood’s sternum and chokes him out with the chair. The clock ticks down to 30 seconds. Zion releases the hold and the crowd immediately cheers.]
Crowd: Thank you Zion! *Clap, clap clap clap clap*
[Jackson stands back up to his feet and stares at Zion for a moment. He then extends his hand out to Zion, Zion accepts and smiles for a moment. Zion stays in the ring for a few seconds as the clock strikes down to the 10 second mark.]
Crowd: 10…
9…
8…
Ricky: Zion wants to watch Jackson celebrate his retention.
Chris: This is truly a moment in PWX.
[Jackson picks Hollywood up and sets him up into “Welcome to the Machine.”]
Crowd: 7…
6…
5…
[As Jackson attempts to land it; Zion turns around, smiles and blasts Jackson as hard as he can into the back. Jackson falls straight down to the mat and the crowd cannot believe what’s happening. He stands over both men and eyeballs them both. He smiles at his work.]
Crowd: WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!
Chris: Why the hell’d Zion ruin this match!
Ricky: TIME’S UP! And Zion’s walking out of the arena having ruined the main event.
Chris: No, JPO said there must be a winner; so it’s now sudden death rules!
Ricky: This could be interesting then!
[The referee begins to count both men as they lie flat on their backs and stare up at the lights.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
Brian Hollywood finally shakes the chair shot and gets back up to his feet. The crowd erupts in an enormous boo. Hollywood stares on at Jackson as lies on the ground. Hollywood starts to set up for the Executive Promise again and Jackson gets back to his feet. Hollywood then lands the kick square in the jaw.]
Ricky: Hollywood’s going to win it!
Chris: ONE, TWO….WHAT THE HELL!
Ricky: Jackson’s kicked out of the Executive Promise!
Chris: That’s impossible!
[Brian Hollywood pounds the corner and gets back to his feet. Jackson then starts to attack Brian. He lays left fist after right fist on the face of Brian Hollywood. Jackson floors Brian Hollywood with a spinning upper cut and immediately runs towards the ropes. Brian Hollywood leaps back to his feet; smirks, and as Jackson charges him again; Brian Hollywood pulls an Executive Promise from out of nowhere.]
Chris: THIS IS IT!
Ricky: There’s no way Jackson’s getting up after this one!
Crowd: ONE…
TWO…
THRE……
Ricky: Not again!
Chris: Jackson’s now kicked out of TWO Executive Promises! This is unreal!
[Brian Hollywood immediately snaps and grabs a steel chair. He then rushes off and attempts to plow Jackson with the steel chair. However, Jackson grabs it and shakes his finger at Hollywood. Jackson then attempts to swing the chair at Hollywood, but he rolls from underneath the chair and goes back into the corner. Jackson pulls the chair up to his face in an attempt to throw the chair at Brian Hollywood, but Brian Hollywood capitalizes on Jackson’s mistake and once again nails the Executive Promise onto the steel chair and Jackson falls backwards.]
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit!
Ricky: It’s got to be over!
Chris: But we’ve seen Jackson kick out of this before.
[The referee drops down to his knees and starts to count the fall.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brian Hollywood: 3
Brad Jackson: 2]
Chris: Holy crap! Brian Hollywood’s done it!
Ricky: And just as Zion said he would have to do it too! Fairly!
Chris: Yes, but I wonder, if Zion wouldn’t have clobbered Jackson; would Jackson walked out with the PWX Championship?
Ricky: Probably, but then again, the question remains, why did Zion hit Jackson too, yet help him out.
Chris: All I know is; Jackson had Hollywood with that chair, but he just had to lift it up and that cost him.
Ricky: Oh well, we do have an executive running the show once again!
[As Brian Hollywood climbs the turnbuckle and holds the PWX Championship over his head; Jackson walks out and eyeballs Hollywood. As Jackson walks out, Pariah eye balls him and laughs, then continues to clap and celebrate Brian’s win with him.]
Winner and NEW PWX Champion: Brian Hollywood